"No, thank you!" "Where shall I take you?" "Madame Karenina's here, I think...take me to her.

" "Wherever you command.

" And Korsunsky began waltzing with measured steps straight towards the group in the left corner, continually saying, "Pardon, mesdames, pardon, pardon, mesdames"; and steering his course through the sea of lace, tulle, and ribbon, and not disarranging a feather, he turned his partner sharply round, so that her slim ankles, in light transparent stockings, were exposed to view, and her train floated out in fan shape and covered Krivin's knees.

Korsunsky bowed, set straight his open shirt front, and gave her his arm to conduct her to Anna Arkadyevna.